The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Ji Xin, Le Shishi and others had their mouths half open, and looked at the closed door unbelievably, suspecting that their ears had hallucinations.

Mu Shan, the master of the Eighteenth Waterway in the south, the world's first-class master, the guru worshipped his brother, and the young man who had not reached the age of sixty-six, suffered a disgrace on a young monk no more than sixteen years old?

What a horrible thing!

Even if he started practicing exercises in his mother's womb, Mu Shan's decades of immersive swordsmanship was not unrecognizable!

Is it something else? This is how they subconsciously guess.

In the room, Meng Qi, after hearing Mu Hengtian's words, he could not help but twitch a bit. What is this? Playing old and coming to small?

In fact, he knows that similar grievances are indispensable in the rivers and lakes. He "overcame" Mu Shan and let him shave his face. Naturally, there will be sons and apprentices with filial piety who come to challenge and wash their shame.

These are the rivers and lakes ... Meng Qi sighed quietly, and said quietly: "The poor monk and Mu Shi have only tried a few tricks and won one or two. Why is it shameful? Mu Xiao, please come back."

The plain answer was a thunderous thunder in the ears of Ning Daogu, Nie Yao, and others, shocking them to have no body, like a dream. This young monk actually defeated Mu Shan? This is simply incredible!

Could it be that he has a good face and is a child? Or is there an adventure at a young age, and someone is empowered with a skill?

If it's the latter, think about yourself, it's really an old age to live on a dog!

Mu Hengtian still kept his hand in saluting posture: "After that day, my father was stunned, and he often sighed that the Master's swordsmanship could be used to understand God. He couldn't take it for granted. He was alive for half a life, and he couldn't bear the old father's case, knowingly However, he had to face the challenge and asked the Master to agree. "

Meng Qi was about to refuse. Suddenly remembered something. He was not famous at the moment. Many things were difficult to deal with. No one believed. So he sighed: "Mu Xiaoshi is commendable, and the poor monk will discuss with you. , Give you five chances, if you can force the poor monk to leave the futon, even the poor monk loses. "

So big tone! This was the first idea that appeared in the hearts of people like Yue Shishi, Nie Yao, etc. He actually wanted to stay still and keep his feet, sitting in place to receive Mu Hengtian's five knives!

Mu Hengtian is a figure who is expected to be a master. He is currently second only to You Tongguang, Cui Jinhua, Shen Hou and others. He is better than his father Mu Shan. Who can do it unless the master is present?

Mu Hengtian knew what he was discussing at that time, knowing that Master Zhending had the capital to say so, so he took out a long knife and respectfully said: "Please also invite the Master to enlighten me."

After speaking, he opened the door of the zen room and entered with a knife.

More than a dozen people, such as Le Shishi and Ning Daugu, opened their eyes wide and stared into the zen room, but the door of the zen room was not large, and Mu Hengtian, who jumped up and down, blocked their sight and let them only Seeing Daoguang's vertical and horizontal, he heard Dangdang's five beeps, and then saw Mu Hengtian's face turned ugly and came out. At the door, he turned around and gave a gift, bitterly:

"The mage really stabbed the gods, but he was arrogant."

"Amitabha, the sword is something outside of him. Don't be too persistent, Mu Xiaoshi."

The voice is not loud, and it is heard from the zen room. However, in the ears of people who have witnessed this battle, such as Ning Daogu and Ji Xin, there is an endless sense of superiority. The little monk sitting cross-legged on a futon It also seemed to bring a bit of dust out.

Mu Hengtian sighed: "Thank you Master for your enlightenment. It will be known today that there is a sky outside, and there are people outside."

After speaking, he turned away with a loss of his face, and within a few steps, his mood was adjusted as before.

"Oh, idiot." A soft sigh passed into the ears of Ning Daogu and others, letting them feel inexplicable, and he looked at the gray robe monk who looked down like a chant.

Meng Qi, who acted as a monk, was very satisfied with his performance just now. The image of the master was initially erected. The only problem was that he hadn't reached the point of awakening. Otherwise, at this time, the sleeve robes will be waved, the door will be closed slowly, and the "self-covering" of the lower eyebrow chanting will be a little bit!

Meng Qi knows well that he likes to be in the limelight, pretend to be handsome, and play chic. He is not ashamed of it. As long as this happens from time to time and affects business affairs, then it ’s fine. Who does n’t have a hobby?

Alas, at this time, whether it is jumping down to close the door or ordering outsiders to help, it will damage the image of the superior!

Meng Qi's eyes were not clear, and he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

After a while, the monk came slowly to cover the door, and Ning Daogu and others slowly returned to their hearts and looked at each other. They found that the other party's eyes could not hide the consternation.

A character such as Mu Hengtian could not force the true mage to stand up or move within five swords. His sword is too scary, right? Isn't it exaggerating to say that it is a god?

This shocking news made them sit still, and after a while, they went out, showing off that they had experienced a major event that was enough to stay in the history books of the rivers and lakes. Only Ning Daogu and Leshi poetry were left in Jiangnan In the courtyard, it seemed as if he wanted to wait for the mage Zhending to finish his meditation.

Although the sword is different, there are always similarities between the same road.

Silently estimating the time, Meng Qi opened the door and walked out.

"Mr. Zhending, I don't know Taishan under the eyes, I used to think of you as an ordinary monk." Ning Daogu didn't hide it, and said generously, trying to get closer.

Meng Qi himself couldn't learn the sword. When he saw these guys wearing long swords, he didn't like it. He smiled and said, "Anyway, it's not a bad name for a monk."

We never consider ourselves a monk.

"Mage really gets a monk too." Although it was strange to say this to a young monk, Ji Xin flattered with a smile.

Le Shishi looked at Meng Qi's waist, and asked curiously, "I don't know who the mage came from, there is such a magical sword."

"The poor monk cultivated a wild fox Zen and had an adventure by chance." Meng Qi said so intentionally and let them spread.

"Amazing adventure ..." Both Le Shishi and Nie Yao are dimly lit, and they seem to be thinking that they can have an adventure again.

Ning Daogu and Ji Xin were not obvious, but they could still see similar meanings.

For a while, when they were glad to meet a real master, Meng Qi said, "The poor monk loves cleanliness. If there is any challenge in the future, I would like to ask several donors to say that the poor monk is not there, haha, today The late impoverished monk was indeed absent and wanted to go out to visit friends. "

"It's in the province." Ning Daogu accepted his smile with a smile on his face, and it was a great honor to be able to help Master Zhending.

In the evening, the news spread completely. All people in the rivers and lakes in Tianding City or ordinary people who liked the rumors of rivers and lakes knew that there was a true master mage in his teens. He was very young, but his martial arts were extremely impressive. Mu Hengtian five swords.

For a moment, I do n’t know how many conceited martial arts rushed to the ruined temple to try to challenge. Anyway, the true master is a monk, who will not hurt his life, and challenge him with the least risk. If he loses, he loses to these people. No one would laugh at him. If he wins, his reputation will rise immediately, and there will be several people under the guru!

Fortunately, Meng Qi instructed in advance that Ning Daogu, Le Shishi and other Jiangnan Siying blocked them with excuses.

Meng Qi continued to monitor Youfu, and stopped to see the nighttime activities outside the city's main government. At noon the next day, he disguised himself and went to Huaishu Street again.

Qiu Chantang had a wooden sign on the outside that read "Sorry to forget medicinal ointment for sale today". Seeing this, Meng Qi nodded gently and went straight into the store.

The old shopkeeper glanced at Meng Qi, and his eyes were brilliant: "I have already contacted a god, and also promised, and asked the guests to show their identity and use the previous chapter as a deposit."

"Show your identity?" Meng Qi knowingly asked, secretly relieved, and surely it wasn't Shen Monkey that could be contacted.

The old treasurer said in a voice: "Many people set up traps against the gods by entrusting tasks. If we do n’t know the identity of the guest, how do we retaliate afterwards? And if the guest asks the account afterwards, we also know who to ask for, rest assured, We will not reveal the identity of the guests. "

Speaking of revenge afterwards, he was frank.

"That's good." Meng Qi was mentally prepared, nodded slowly and agreed, and entered the back room with the shopkeeper.

Taking down the fighting bucket, Meng Qi said straightforwardly: "The poor monk is really set."

"It turned out to be the Master of True Ding, huh, no wonder there is such a terrible martial art at a young age, no wonder you have to deal with the You family."

He really knew the name of the mage last night. He did not believe that such a small monk could defeat Mu Hengtian at first.

The shadow of a person's famous tree, the old treasurer no longer doubts about Meng Qi's identity, took over the first one-Meng Qi has transcribed a copy, and also pondered the content inside.

"Within three days, you must send You Hongbo to the mage, please deliver the remaining chapters at that time." The old treasurer stood up to deliver the guests, without asking why Meng Qi had enough strength to start the operation, but entrusted the twelve-phase god.

Meng Qi left immediately without the thought of torture. This kind of outside contact person certainly didn't know the core secrets, so it was easy for him to make troubles.

And the twelve-phase gods are secretive, mostly through secret contact, and it is not easy to follow. Even if they monitor the actions of the shopkeeper, they will not be very rewarding. If the twelve-phase gods can be locked so easily, this organization would have been destroyed. .

Out of Huaishu Street, Meng Qi saw crowds of people on the avenue, wearing swords everywhere, looking at the sky, and saw the dark clouds down, the atmosphere depressed, and heavy rain approaching.

I don't know how many big things will happen in these days ... Meng Qi sighed. 2k novel reading network